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Santa Spanks – Here’s a brief excerpt from the second short story in this ebook.

“So how many extra shifts are we talking about?”

Abbie looked down at her schedule and said, “Mark had six shifts a week, so I need each of you guys to take two extra shifts every week. I’ve worked the schedule out so each of you will still get one full day a week off.”

Bill took his time thinking about it while Abbie wondered why the hell he wasn’t finishing getting dressed. Why does this guy have to be so damn good looking, Abbie wondered. His well-developed arms and chest were sexy as hell, and his washboard abs made her want to cream her pants. Her eyes wandered down to his crotch and she had to look away quickly before he caught her looking there. She swore that bulge in his briefs had grown.

“Yeah, I guess I can help you out,” Bill said as he watched Abbie squirm in her seat. He thought she was getting a little hot and bothered with him still wearing nothing but his underwear.

“Thank you, I appreciate that. I will need you to be on time for every shift. If you don’t think you can be on time then you should just let me know now and I’ll make other arrangements.”

“I suppose those other arrangements would mean you hiring someone else and me being out of a job?”

“That’s exactly what it means,” Abbie responded. “I need workers I can rely and depend on to be on time and do their jobs.”

“Okay, what happens if I am late once or twice? Are you going to fire me?”

“I’ll have no choice, Bill. I’ve given you several warnings and if I don’t run this department in a businesslike manner, I’ll be out of a job as well. So please, just be on time.”

Bill walked over to the door and flipped the lock on. Then he walked to the desk, leaned over, and said, “Why don’t you spank me now, Abbie? Maybe that’ll motivate me to be on time and that way we can both keep our jobs.”

Abbie blushed and said, “Don’t be ridiculous; I would lose my job for doing something so outrageous. Just make sure that you’re on time for your shifts.”

“Come on, Abbie,” Bill urged in a low sexy voice. “Just pick up that wooden ruler you’ve been making your schedules out with and lay into my ass with it.”

Abbie squirmed in her chair. Was he serious? Did he really expect her to spank his ass with the ruler?

“Come on, Abbie. You know I’ve been a naughty Santa Claus and deserve a spanking. I’ll be good once you’ve spanked me.”

Three fun short stories about Santa spanking and/or being spanked.

Janey’s life is out of control. She spends too much money, can’t seem to keep her house clean, and is totally disorganized. Santa says he can help her but there’ll be consequences if she doesn’t do what he tells her. Will Janey let Santa help her?

Abbie’s job is running the Santa visiting center at the mall. But one of her Santa’s can’t get to work on time. He has a suggestion for how to bring him in line, but will Abbie go for it? If she does, will she get more than she bargained for?

Beth is exhausted from working overtime and trying to get her new house ready for hosting her first family Christmas. While having nothing but problems getting her tree trimmed and the rest of her decorations up on Christmas Eve, Santa pays her a visit and gets on her nerves telling her she isn’t doing anything right.
Beth gets sassy and it doesn’t go over well with Santa. How will he handle her mouthy wise cracks?

Warning: This story contains scenes involving adult spanking. Explicit sex scenes. If you are or may be offended by such material, please don’t buy this book!

Spank Her More is a collection of five short spanking stories. Here’s an excerpt of the first story, Flight Lessons.

When they both could breathe normally again, Margie said, “I was afraid you were going to give me another real spanking for that thirty foot bounce. But you didn’t even give me a fun spanking.”

“I should,” Bob answered gruffly. “I ought to take my belt and wallop your ass until you can’t sit down for a week. That would teach you not to be careless.”

“I wasn’t careless,” Margie protested. “I was talking myself through the whole landing and was surprised by the bounce.”

“You were overconfident, and that’s careless.”

“I was not overconfident!”

“You were. You made three perfect landings with me in the plane and then you got careless, thinking you had landings down pat.”

“I was not overconfident and I was not careless. I was doing everything exactly as you taught me.”

“Quit arguing with me, Margie. Or I might still take my belt and tune up your ass.”

Margie felt her belly twitch at the thought of Bob taking his belt to her ass. So far he’d only used his hand and a small leather strap for their fun spankings. Last week he’d used the ruler for what he had called a real spanking. She wondered what the belt would feel like; if it would be similar to the leather strap.

Another twitch zipped down her belly and she felt her pussy contract slightly. Her thighs squeezed together and suddenly she wanted to feel the snap of his belt across her bottom.

“Maybe you should,” She said softly. “I mean, if you really think I was overconfident and careless, then maybe you should use your belt on me.”

Bob looked at her out of the corner of his eye and said, “You better be sure about what you’re asking for. If I use my belt on you for carelessness and overconfidence, it’s not going to be a walk in the park or any fun. It’ll be a punishment spanking, worse than what you had with the ruler last week.”

“I realize that,” She answered. “But once it’s over, you’ll forgive me, right? You won’t be mad anymore, and you won’t give me a hard time about it, right?”

“Yeah, once it’s over, it’ll be over. All will be forgiven, and you’ll start with a clean slate.”

“I think I’d rather have that than have you repeatedly bringing it up to me that I was careless and how I put myself in danger.”

“All right, we’ll take care of it tonight. I’ll be at your house at nine o’clock sharp.”

Flying Lessons: Margie is taking flying lessons from a former U.S. Marine who will bring her to task if she doesn’t follow correct flight safety procedure.

Sunbathing: Mary is enjoying an erotic audio book poolside when the pool man comes into the yard and sees more than he bargained for.

The Repairman: Cindy just bought a new house but has to keep calling the repairman to help her with her appliances that seem to continually breakdown. Jon informs her she’s in need of a good spanking if she doesn’t start maintaining them properly.

The Fall: Linda’s been trying to bring Domestic Discipline to her marriage for months. Her husband isn’t interested in spanking his wife. That is, until she falls and injures herself because she won’t listen to his advice. Will he finally give her the spanking she craves to ensure she will take precautions to avoid injury?

The Disciplinarian: After losing her husband in a tragic accident, Amy can’t seem to get her life in order. Kevin had always made sure she stayed on track. But he’s gone now and Amy needs someone to hold her accountable. Will she find what she needs when she hires a professional disciplinarian or will it be a terrible mistake?

“All right, Chelsea. I guess you’re gonna make me do this the hard way.”

He bent down slightly, positioning his shoulder at her waist, scooped his hand under her delectable rear, and stood up with Chelsea slung over his shoulder. Then he walked out of the elevator thankful that no one was milling about the hallway to see him manhandling her towards his room.

Chelsea was pounding on his back, demanding that he put her down. “What do you think you’re doing? Put me down right now!”

“Shut up, Chelsea. I’m not going to hurt you. But you are going to listen to me.”

She continued beating on his back and she kicked her legs, squirming and trying to get out of his grasp. But he held her tightly with just one strong arm under her ass. He dug his key card out of his pocket and swiped it to open the door to his room. Once he was through the doorway, he kicked it shut and went to the bed where he unceremoniously dumped her onto her back. In a flash he was on top of her grabbing her arms and pulling them up above her head. He held them there with one hand and looked at her angry face.

Damn, if she wasn’t the most beautiful woman he had ever known. She was going to hear him out tonight, but first he had to taste those luscious lips.

“Get off me! Let me up before I start screaming!” Chelsea bucked her hips to try and throw him off. He was too strong, she couldn’t budge him. She took a deep breath and was about to let out a yell when his mouth came down on hers and took that deep breath away from her.

She tried to turn her head away from his onslaught, she moved her head left and then right, trying to pull away. It was no use, he seemed to anticipate every move she was going to make even before she knew what she was going to do. His tongue invaded her mouth and she briefly thought of biting down hard on it. And then her body betrayed her.

Chelsea dumped Dan eight years ago after catching him in the arms of another women. Refusing to return his calls, Chelsea moves on with her life. Now it’s their ten year high school reunion and Chelsea is dismayed to find that Dan is there. Dan only wants a chance to tell her she was wrong and try to win her back. Sparks fly when they meet again, but the other woman is also at the reunion.

Chelsea has no intention of listening to what Dan has to say. She’s not going to give him the opportunity to break her heart again.

Dan ‘kidnaps’ her and takes her to his hotel room determined to force her to hear his side of the story. But one look at her luscious lips, and all thoughts of talk fly out of his mind and a hot, steamy night of love ensues.

When he wakes up, Chelsea is gone. Will he get another chance to explain what really happened all those years ago?

“I’m tired of fighting, Elle. I don’t want to live like this. We’re going to start something new and we’re going to begin tonight. Right now.”

With his arm around her shoulder, he pulled her over his lap and began spanking her bottom over her panties.

“No! Stop it! You can’t do this to me!”

WHACK! WHACK!

“You will do your daily chores or be spanked.”

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

“You will speak respectfully to me!”

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

“Stop it right now, Jason!” Elle kicked her legs and squirmed.

Jason held her tightly against his body by her waist and ignored her protests.

“You will keep this house clean and care for the children.”

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

“Ow! You can’t spank me! Let me up!”

“I will spank you every night if I have to.”

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

“If your chores are not done, you will be spanked.”

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

“Do you understand?”

Elle didn’t answer. She was angry and her hand was hitting Jason’s leg.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

“I asked you a question. Do you understand?”

“I’m not answering you until you stop spanking me!”

“I’ll stop spanking when you answer me.”

He smacked her ass three more times.

“I’ll take your panties down and spank you on your bare bottom if you don’t answer me,” Jason warned her.

“No! Okay, okay, I understand!”

Jason rubbed her butt for a bit, pulled her up and held her on his lap.

“I don’t want to have to do this again, Elle. But I will. I love you and I want our marriage to work. I want us both to be happy. If spanking your ass is the only way to get you to do your part, then that’s the way it will be. Understand?”

Blurb: Elle and Jason Hammond are a young married couple with two children. Jason earns enough income for Elle to be a stay-at-home mom. To Jason’s dismayElle is not terribly interested in housekeeping. She’s happy to stay at home but prefers to spend her time watching TV, reading romance novels, and playing games online. On many nights Jason returns home from work to a messy house and no dinner. Elle always apologizes and quickly throws something together for him to work.

After a few years of this, Jason makes a chart of daily chores for Elle to complete. It helps for a few days, but Elle slips back into her old ways. Finally, at his wits end when he comes home to no dinner, toys all over the house, and discovers he has no clean clothes to wear to work the following day, he takes Elle over his knee and delivers a sound spanking.

Jason lays down the law and tells Elle she will be spanked every day if she doesn’t complete her chores. Will Elle put up this new way of life? Will she be able to break her bad habits and make her husband happy? Or will they be bound for divorce court?

Today is the 10th annual National Punctuation Day! For some fun links on the importance of proper punctuation go to the National Punctuation Day site.

The following letters show how important punctuation can be.

Dear John, I want a man who knows what love is all about. You are generous, kind, thoughtful. People who are not like you admit to being useless and inferior. You have ruined me for other men. I yearn for you. I have no feelings whatsoever when we’re apart. I can be forever happy – will you let me be yours? Susan

Dear John, I want a man who knows what love is. All about you are generous, kind, thoughtful people, who are not like you. Admit to being useless and inferior. You have ruined me. For other men, I yearn. For you, I have no feelings whatsoever. When we’re apart, I can be forever happy. Will you let me be? Yours, Susan

If I knew who wrote this I would give them credit, but I have no idea who the author is.

“I don’t think so; you’ll just keep on living this life of crime. I think it will serve the public more if we get you locked up.”

Gina was becoming even more scared. Her heart was pounding now and she had to find a way to change this guy’s mind. She had always had the ability to cry almost on demand. In this particular situation it was no problem at all to let the tears start flowing.

“Please let me go,” she sobbed. “I promise I won’t ever do this again. I just needed some money so badly to help with my sick mother. It was stupid. I know that now. But please, please let me go.”

Oh, she was good, Brent thought. But he knew she was lying and he knew the tears were fake. There just wasn’t a lot of sincerity in her voice. He’d enjoyed patting her shapely body while looking for more loot in her pockets and now he had an idea.

“You’ll do anything? Anything at all?” He asked her.

“Yes! Just name it! Anything!”

What if he wants sex? I can’t do that. Oh God, what did I just promise? What if he wants me to do something even more illegal than burglary?

Gina waited while Brent pretended to think it over. He knew exactly what he was going to ask of her. She wasn’t going to like it; but he was sure she would agree if her other choice was going to jail.

“Here are your choices,” Brent began. “Either I call the police and press charges or you submit to a spanking.”

“What!?” Gina exclaimed. “You want to spank me?”

“Or I can call the police. Which will it be?”

A spanking, she thought. How bad can a spanking be? Hell, it’s a child’s punishment. Then I can get the hell out of here and go home.

“And if I agree; you’ll let me leave without calling the cops?”

“Yep, that’s what I said. Cops or a spanking, which one would you rather have?”

Gina let out a big sigh and said, “Ok, I’ll take the spanking.”

“Very good,” Brent said. “I’m going to get off you now, but I’m still going to hold on to your wrists. Don’t try anything or there won’t be any further negotiations. I’ll call the police.”

She nodded her head in agreement.

Brent stood up and then pulled her to her feet by her wrists. He led her back into the bedroom and closed the door. Then he glanced at the windows to make sure the shades were drawn.

Still holding her wrists, he pulled her to the bed and he sat down with her standing between his legs.

“Drop your pants and your underwear.”

“What?! I didn’t agree to get undressed!” Gina protested. “What kind of pervert are you?”

“I’m not a pervert at all,” Brent replied. “But this will be a bare-bottomed spanking. Now drop your pants or I call the police.”

Gina Stewart makes her living burglarizing homes. She is caught while robbing a mansion by Brent Logan who leads her to believe he is the owner. He threatens to turn her into the police. Gina begs him not to call the police and promises she’ll do anything if he will let her go. He agrees on the condition that she submit to a spanking. Warning: This story contains scenes involving adult spanking, and sexually explicit acts between consenting adults. It is not intended for minors under the age of eighteen. If you are or may be offended by such material, please don’t buy this book!